her grandma said to her “all the stars in the sky can fit into your beautiful smile. never stop smiling.” so the girl drew the …
Untitled by Haleigh Diltz
I have learned to hate the darkness. Not the darkness that comes from a burnt street lamp, or the sun setting for another night, no. …
Just Words by Rachel Waring
They’re just words It’s just ink on my skin It’s not like my entire world has shifted But you see These two words This beautiful …
Kissing Boys That Taste Like Ink and Spitting Fire in Motel Sinks by Lindsey Hobart
The first boy I kiss doesn’t write. He doesn’t understand why my bedroom walls tell stories that are sixteen years too long. He does not …
Memoirs of a Bibliophile by Hana Tzou
Her blood is saturated with sunbeams and her bones brittle thin and from her skin arises the musky scent of paper and smoky vanilla fire. …